social commentary

There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.

Don’t Cry on Me Girl
Don’t Cry on Me Girl Don’t turn on the water works Your tears mean nothing to me No, I am not nasty Just hardened to misery
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
EYES THAT THREATEN. Content Warning.
Eyes That Threaten, Voices That Heal Artguru They speak with eyes that burn and bind, Dark with vengeance, warped in mind.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Shape Shifter
Shape Shifter I wear the night across my skin a cloak of silence drawn within where shadows crawl and secrets keep I move through waking and through sleep
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Between Compass and Backfire. Content Warning.
...a journey south, 10 miles as the crow flies well... it would have been south if I had a compass and who still uses 10 miles as the crow flies nowadays?
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
I Breathe In
I breathe in. The air once natural, now foreign. An inexperienced diplomat begging for peace between blood and iron. The world around me — unreal.
By Christopher Fosterabout a year ago in Poets
Bunting
We grow nose-blind to persistent smells we breathe in all the time, become desensitized to even the most obnoxious, penetrating odors and stenches.
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
Why Do I Walk Each Day
Why Do I Walk Each Day I walk to be at one with my life and my god the stone path bends beneath my feet the church bell waits among the peaks
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Birds should live to be free
Birds should live to be free A bird should never be caged God made them to be free their wings are built for distance their song is meant to be heard
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Never Again. Content Warning.
We say "never again" until it happens again. We say thoughts and prayers and don't change a thing. We say "Never again," but we don't actually mean it.
By Paige Krauseabout a year ago in Poets
Never-Ending Stalker. Content Warning.
A beautiful landscape, a lonely path ahead, fears a shadow, awaiting the fog to hunt, / I am stuck in my mind,contemplating whether to walk ahead or turn back,for neither path seems to confront nor find a solution,
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
Pain By Numbers
I love art. From a soothing ASMR makeup tutorial to the cyberpunk worldbuilding of an indie video game, I have a deep appreciation for witnessing unique, personal work. Whenever I marvel at the San Francisco skyline, ride a corkscrew rollercoaster, or savor the greasy richness of fresh homemade lumpia, I engage with the emotional core of the artist. I could have no knowledge or connection with the artist, yet find resonance or disturbance in their artistry.
By DJ Nuclear Winterabout a year ago in Poets
Swimming in Place
I feel like a pocket sized dog Held above clear water Stroking tentatively Never splashing or Actively making headway Every tilting nosedive
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets